Unspoken Truth

EMILY POV:

The sun had barely risen over the bustling city, but already, the streets were alive with activity. People rushed to and fro, each with their own destination in mind.

Amidst the chaos, one figure stood out - a young woman, dressed in a worn suit, her eyes fixed on the pavement as she walked.

Emily have been searching for a job for months, but so far, she had been met with rejection at every turn. Her savings were dwindling, and she was starting to lose hope.

As she turned a corner, Emily spotted a vacancy poster on the window of a nearby office building. Her heart skipped a beat as she quickened her pace, her eyes fixed on the sign.

"Please, let this be the one," she whispered to herself, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own footsteps.

Emily pushed open the door and stepped inside, her eyes scanning the lobby for any sign of life. A receptionist looked up from behind the desk, a hint of curiosity on her face.

"Can I help you?" she asked, her voice friendly. My name is Emily Wilson, i'm here about the job, Emily replied, her voice firm. I saw the sign on the window.

The receptionist nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "Ah, great. Let me just check with the CEO. Can you please take a seat?"

Emily nodded, her eyes scanning the lobby as she waited. The office was sleek and modern, with polished wood floors and floor-to-ceiling windows.

A few minutes later, the receptionist called out to her. " Miss Emily, the CEO will see you now."

Emily stood up, smoothing out her suit as she followed the receptionist to the elevator. They rode up to the top floor in silence, the only sound was the soft hum of the elevator.

As the door opened, Emily was greeted by a woman with a kind face and a warm smile.

"Hi Emily, I'm Sandra Welcome to Smith and Co. We're excited to have you in today."

Emily smiled back, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. Maybe, just maybe, this was the break she had been waiting for.

As Sandra led her to the conference room, Emily couldn't help but reveal the smile, lurking at the corners of her lips. She had been searching for so long, and she was starting to lose faith.

But as she sat down across from Sandra, she just knew she was going to nail this interview, no matter what it took.

"So, Emily, tell me a little bit about yourself," Sandra said, her eyes sparkling with interest.

Emily took a deep breath, launching into a well-rehearsed speech about her skills and qualifications. As she spoke, she could feel Sandra's eyes on her, sizing her up.

But Emily didn't let it faze her. She spoke confidently, her voice firm and assured.

As the interview drew to a close, Saundra smiled at her. "Thank you, Emily. You've certainly given me a lot to think about."

Emily smiled back, but as she stood up to leave, Emily couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. Sandra's smile had seemed a little too forced, her eyes a little too guarded.

As Emily left the office building, she couldn't help but wonder if she had really impressed Sandra or if she had just been going through the motions. This uncertainty hung over her like a cloud as she boarded a bus to return home.

Back home, Emily sat at her desk, staring blankly at her computer screen. The glow of the monitor cast an eerie light on her face, highlighting the dark circles under her eyes.

She had just received a message from Smith and co, which was short and it indeed passed it message. The words "we appreciate your enthusiasm" and "best of luck in your job search" struck her like a knife piercing through her heart. she couldn't help but lament with tears in her eyes.

She has been searching for a job for months, but every application she submitted seemed to end in rejection.

Her inbox was filled with automated emails thanking her for her interest, but regretting to inform her that they would not be moving forward with her application.

Emily sighed and rubbed her tired eyes. She had graduated from college with honors, but it seemed like no one cared. Her resume was impressive, but her appearance was not. She had always been self-conscious about her looks, and now it seemed like it was holding her back.

She thought back to her college days, where she had to deal with the bullying that came from her peers, all because she was ugly. Her life had been filled with this loneliness, no one wanted her around, and just in case there pretended to like her, she found out there only wanted to used her around.

She had endured this all, thinking all will go well when she left high school and venture into the wider world, but reverse seem to be the case. She thought her good grades could grant her acceptance out there, so she had been so full of hope.

She had always dreamt of landing a high-paying job at a prestigious company, where she could use her skills to make a real difference. But now, as she navigated the harsh realities of the job market, she was beginning to lose faith.

Emily's phone buzzed, breaking her train of thought. She hesitated for a moment before answering. It was her mother.

"Hey, sweetie, how's the job search going?" her mother asked, trying to sound optimistic.

Emily hesitated, not wanting to disappoint her mother. "It's going, Mom. I just need to keep trying."

Her mother sighed. "I know it's tough, but you can't give up. You're a smart and talented girl. Someone will recognize that eventually."

Emily forced a smile, even though her mother couldn't see her. "Thanks, Mom. I'll keep trying."

As she hung up the phone, Emily felt a wave of desperation wash over her. She couldn't keep living like this, rejected and alone. She needed a change, and she needed it fast.

She got up from her desk and walked over to the window. She stared out at the city, feeling like a small fish in a vast ocean. She thought about all the other job seekers out there, all competing for the same limited spots.

Emily felt a lump form in her throat as she thought about her own limitations. She wasn't pretty, she wasn't charming, and she wasn't connected. She was just a plain, ordinary girl with a plain, ordinary face.

She turned away from the window and walked back to her desk. She sat down and began to scroll through job listings, her eyes scanning the pages with a mix of desperation and hope.

As she searched, Emily's mind began to wander. She thought about all the things she could do to improve her chances. She could take a course to improve her skills, or join a networking group to meet new people.

But as she thought about it, Emily realized that it wasn't just about improving her skills or meeting new people. It was about changing the way she presented herself to the world. It was about hiding her flaws and accentuating her strengths.

But how am I supposed to do this, was it my fault that, I was born with such ugly face, while still thinking, Emily's eyes landed on a job listing for a receptionist position at a prestigious company. She felt a surge of excitement as she read through the job description. This could be her chance, she thought.

She quickly updated her resume and cover letter, making sure to highlight her relevant skills and experience. She submitted her application, with a little feeling of hope reigniting within her.

As she waited for a response, Emily couldn't help but feel a sense of trepidation. What if she didn't get the job? What if she was rejected again?

She pushed the thoughts aside and tried to focus on the positive. She had done everything she could, and now all she could do was wait.